Honeymooning in Wine Country [pt 1]
Names have been changed, the story has not. First crack at writing erotically, feedback encouraged and appreciated.
The wind blew through Lola’s hair as we cruised down the freeway toward wine country. We had spent the day earlier exchanging vows, partying with friends and consummating our marriage, now blissfully embarking on our honeymoon. Lola’s green eyes sparkled in the July sun, not a care in the world as we headed into a weekend we’d never forget.
I’d met her during university, living across the street, Lola was the perfect girl next door. Her wavy brown hair bounced in the summer sun as she strut across campus in her bright white tank top and low cut jeans. Every passing eye trying to catch a longer glimpse of her tight and tanned athletic body while she peered back unknowingly and excitedly through her mirrored aviator sunglasses. It was on the campus soccer field I first laid eyes on her, lost in the trance of her swaying hips while following her home, unbeknownst to me that she’d enter the house across from mine. Soon I’d be lucky enough to lay hands on her perky B Cup breasts, as she tossed her hair back, grinding my slick cock slowly, and revealing a coy smile.
5 years later and the memory of our first time stands starkly in my mind as we drive off into the abyss of married life. A simple getaway planned, a quick drive down to wine country to retreat from the wearies of our daily lives. A necessary break from the 6 months of work and wedding planning, soon to be forgotten at the bottom of a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. As we checked into our hotel, glances of surprise from the mostly older crowd in the upscale boutique hotel we were staying at, as the barely twenty-eight year old Lola strode past in a flowing, lacy sundress. Her breasts peaked with every stride, unrestricted by the usual underwired support. Only I knew of her bare bottom, tantalizingly close to being revealed by one stern breeze.
Our plan for day one started innocent enough, a bike tour of a few local wineries, sampling and cheese snacking aplenty. As the day cooled and our bodies warmed flush with wine, we retreated back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. As I began to rinse the day away in the expansive rainfall shower, I heard a familiar drone from the other room. By the bathroom mirror I had a perfect view of our bed, and there lay Lola biting and suckling on her finger as she played her vibrator through her pussy lips and around her clit. Her sundress hiked up to her hips, and shoulder straps hanging loosely to reveal her sun-kissed breasts. A quick smile and bite of her lip let me know she spotted me, and I ushered her to join me in the shower. She glided angelically toward me, her dress falling at her ankles as she stepped into the falling water. In one motion swooping down to her knees, she engulfed my gorging cock with her mouth while soaking herself in the pouring warmth of the shower. She moved meticulously up and down my shaft, flicking the tip with her tongue while locking eyes with me, breasts pushed together and dripping with water, my heart beating faster as her hand and mouth worked along my cock, sucking with a distinct smack through the rushing water.
Nearing certain release, I pulled her up to meet her mouth with mine, turning her around to plunge deeply into her aching pussy, with a firm grasp on her hips and chest. Grinding her ass into me, I slid even deeper inside, eliciting a soft moan as I pulled out and pushed in. Soon there was no time to delay, a wave of orgasm rushed over her as she forced back onto my cock, her hands gripping her dripping breasts and while I placed my finger at her other hole, an explosion of cum burst into her while she wiggled and writhed, milking me for every last drop. “We’re late.” She chided, as we hurried to dress for our dinner reservation.
As we walked through the lobby to the restaurant, the low glimmer of lights played off her glowing chest, her breasts hanging on miraculously to the fabric’s edge in a plunging black body suit. Approaching the maître d’ she shimmied her riding skirt back to its intended length, hugging the curves of her butt and thighs, accentuated by the sharp stilettos and sheer stockings. I could not keep the bulge in my pants down the entire meal, as I begged the clock to tick quicker. As we walked back through the now abandoned hallways of the hotel, Lola handed me her purse with a devilish look. With both hands free, she reached behind her neck, untying the taught string that held her shirt up to reveal her aching nipples. “What if someone comes along” I said as we bounced down the hallway. “Then I guess you’ll have to hurry and cover them up or they’ll get quite the show” Lola chimed. As we reached the elevator and the doors began to close, I rifled her skirt up and pulled her panties aside, going in for an off-menu dessert. She clutched the rail as the elevator climbed, reaching its climax with a ding.
As we disembarked, a faint grumbling could be heard down the hall. Without further thought we continued to our room, hands exploring each other, Lola’s breasts gleaming with lust, but just as we neared the neighboring room, the faint grumbling became more impassioned, and a certain repetitive smack could be heard. “Is that what I think it is?” Lola mused as we wandered closer. Arriving at the door, a bar of light shone through a distinct crack. The latch of the door closed to stop it from shutting completely. “Oh my god, they are fucking, they sound so sexy” Lola whispered. “Should we go in?” I posed, thinking no one would leave their door in that way by accident. “I want to if you do” Lola anted while clutching the handle. A gentle push and we breached the room, revealing the source of the commotion heard from the hallway…
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c1xjmt/honeymoon_in_wine_country_mf_pt_1
Well done! I hope you post the sequel soon.